Chapter 120 The Crown of Glory

People can not escape from doing wrong.

This wise saying seems to be blocking some of humanity's beautiful visions of moving forward into the future. These reformers have been unable to fully entrust their moral quality to education, which is also unequal.

If we can intervene, people can become good to the greatest extent, from the level of nerves, from the level of genes, to eliminate the causes of crime and mutual harm in this world, such a terrible world, this is about to face a huge test. The world can be reborn beautifully.

To this end they can and must sacrifice some of the people who are the cornerstone of technological research and the pioneers who have taken steps ahead of all mankind.

Those extreme and almost perverted experiments have been carried out on such a large scale except by the invaders and colonizers who were anti-human in the past.

How different is An Wujiu from those who were injected with bacteria and viruses during the war, whose limbs were frozen alive with boiling water, who were dissected alive or who were forced to undergo limb-swap surgery?

From the age of ten to twenty, half of his life was spent in unending pain and surveillance. Under their mind purification experiments, his brain was also destroyed, and the evil in human nature huddled in punishment again and again. .

Depressed, depressed, depressed.

He must not have any bad thoughts.

This is the new human being they crave, and as long as he survives and gets the world's attention, the technology can be promoted.

They don't need to build a new utopia, as long as the evil in the world is eliminated, the utopia will return to this planet.

In the heavy snow, Shen Ti hugged An Wujiu. He really wanted to hide him in his cloak, so that An Wu Jiao could isolate all painful things.

He didn't want An Wujiu to remember any past experiences, even though he knew it couldn't be stopped.

"If you don't like this name, I won't call you blameless in the future."

An Wu Jiu placed his forehead on Shen Ti's shoulder and smiled softly, "I'm used to it, so I won't feel uncomfortable calling it that."

Shen Ti seemed to ignore his words and chose a nickname for himself, "Dear...Baby..."

"Stop." An Wu Jiu raised his head and looked directly at Shen Ti with an expression he couldn't help, "These are not good, I can't stand it."

Shen Ti suddenly laughed, and the red earrings swayed, making a crisp sound that matched the snow.

"That's An An, okay?" He grabbed An Wu Jiu's hand and shook it.

An Wu Jiu was stunned for a moment.

"An An." Shen Ti called him again, "Your father and mother should call you that too."

An Wujiu had a strange feeling in his heart. He rolled his eyes, didn't say good or bad, just changed the subject, "They've all gone so far, let's go over quickly."

"Then I'll take it as your acquiescence." Shen Ti walked lazily behind, tugging at his hand.

The cold wind slashed his face like a knife, An Wu Jiu walked towards the big crowd, trying to let himself go.

After he remembered those things, a crazy thought emerged from his heart, undercurrents surging, he wanted to resist, to kill those who used him as a tool, to kill the one who pushed his fate into the abyss .

But An Wujiu knew very well that he couldn't do it.

These dark sides are the rebound after repression. He knows that the altar wants him to be crazy, and wants the extreme emotions under his killing as nourishment.

Thinking of this, An Wujiu calmed down.

He can't be used forever.

Wu You saw that the people in front were still distributing the bark paper, which should be very precious no matter how you looked at it, so he specifically asked the person who distributed it.

"Who wrote these?"

The attitude of the distributor was still respectful, but the tone was severe, "Sir Priest, although your status is noble, in the face of God's will, you are all equal to all the citizens of the city. This is the high priest asking the eldest elder in the city. It was written by the author himself, in order to spread the teachings of God to the hearts of every people."

Wu You didn't think it was right. If it was just an ordinary game item, there would be no reason to have some deliberate blanks, as if to remind them that there were clues to the vacancies.

He was about to ask a new question when suddenly he heard a voice behind him, it was An Wu Jiao who had caught up with them.

"Where does the old man live now?"

The man pointed to the city, "The house with the red roof and red walls on the west side is his residence."

An Wu Jiu thanked him and watched the man go away. In the distance, some people were pushing huge wine barrels with wooden carts. All the people passing by were holding stone cups. The light brown wine poured down under the snow and flowed into the cups.

"This wine looks hard to drink." Wu You commented from the air.

Shen Ti asked unceremoniously, "Have you ever been drinking, little brat?"

Wu You didn't turn his head, and made an international friendly gesture to him behind him.

Nan Shan observed the expressions on those people's faces after drinking the liquor. Everyone seemed to be happy and fulfilled, with red light on their faces.

But he always felt strange, turned his head sideways, and found that An Wujiu was also frowning.

"Do you think there is a problem too?"

An Wujiu nodded, "Since the first day, the townspeople reminded us about the festival. Today is the third day, and it is also the day of the festival. They told us so early, I thought it would be necessary for us to come. Completed tasks, such as collecting and holding ceremonies, but so far we've only been spectators involved."

Shen Ti interjected, "At that time, Yasia's husband specially mentioned that the leader would bring back food, and he did bring it back today, but it doesn't seem to be a lot, and it's not a level of famine, so he specifically mentioned this, saying that there is no problem. It's unlikely. It seems that the altar wants to give us an immersive problem, and we'll see if we can understand it."

This was also what An Wujiu thought, when he mentioned Yasia, he happened to see Yasia, her face was wearing a cream-white turban, she was drinking in front of her husband, and at the same time, she turned around and saw An Wujiu. Innocent and cautious.

As expected, Yasia came to meet them enthusiastically, holding a wine glass in his hand, and invited them to drink together, but An Wugui declined.

"Lord Priest, how was the obsidian knife last time?" she asked respectfully, "Is it still a hand?"

Thinking of that knife, An Wu Jiu saw the bloody scene of the evening sacrifice.

"Weighing the hand is weighing the hand." Shen Ti replied, staring at Yasia's face, "It's just that I haven't presided over the sacrifice for a long time, and I'm not used to it. It's really hard to open the human chest."

He said the creepy words in a relaxed tone, but Yasia didn't find it scary, but felt that Shen Ti was humble, "How could it be? The priest is the most skilled in the human body, you have sacrificed so much. So much heart, so humble."

Wu You felt nauseated, "Why the heart?"

Yasia opened her eyes in surprise and looked at him, but she answered respectfully, taking this question as a test, "Because the heart of each of us is given by God, it is the dwelling place of the soul, It is also an avatar of sunlight and heat. Without God, we would not have our beating heart. God gave us life. Being able to offer our heart to the gods as a sacrifice is the highest honor!"

These are obviously the knowledge brought to her by religion, but just by looking at her expression and bowing her head slightly, she knew that Yasia, like all the other city residents, was extremely pious.

"You're right." Shen Ti nodded with a smile. Only then did Yasia raise her head, showing a look of peace of mind.

The townspeople drank wine and became more and more emotional, dancing strange dances around the large and small stone statues.

An Wu Jiu saw that Noah and Zhou Yijue walking in front were also dragged to the bonfire and stone statue by the enthusiastic townspeople, he wanted to step up to stop them, but a group of other townsmen also ran towards them, trying to bring them along Go rave.

They wanted to refuse, but they didn't expect that two strong young men would directly lift Wu You up.

"let me go!"

Nan Shan almost made a move, but was stopped by Shen Ti, "They won't do anything, just follow."

Sure enough, before the bonfire, they put down Wu You and dragged him to dance together.

"Sorry," Nan Shan whispered, "I'm too impulsive."

"What's the matter." Shen Ti pretended to dance with them, keeping an eye on An Wujiu, and said to Nan Shan, "If they were An Wujiu just now, they might not be able to dance here now."

Nan Shan looked at Shen Ti's silhouette and suddenly remembered that he is also a very scary person, but he usually pretends to be as unreliable as him.

The leader stood on the steps in front of the temple. He looked at the citizens of Yangyang under the stage, raised the stone axe in his hand, and shouted some ancient language.

Because of the altar, these players can understand it directly.

"Raise your wine glasses!"

The townspeople below echoed the leader's cry and raised their wine glasses high.

"The crown of flowers is over, all the warriors who died are glorious, their souls are with the sun god!"

The townspeople drank the wine in their glasses and shouted in unison, "The soul is with the sun god!"

The leader looked up at the sky, "Sun God, please give us light and heat, dispel the disaster of the blood moon, melt the ice and snow, and rejuvenate the earth. We will offer the spoils of the crown of flowers and offer ourselves!"

An Wujiu silently stood below and listened.

Crown of flowers?

Sounds great, but it seems to be referring to some kind of war.

"Rain God, please stop punishing," the leader sprinkled a glass of wine on the snow, "this time we will offer several times more sacrifices than the last time, please forgive the people of Water City, let the ice and snow stop fall!"

The leader prayed devoutly, An Wu Jiu originally felt that something was about to be revealed, but unexpectedly, some guards suddenly appeared behind him and grabbed their arms.

"Priests, please go to the tower to pray for blessings, and give the candidates for sacrifice tonight!"

so suddenly?

As soon as the leader's voice fell, the guards took all the remaining eight priests away. It was more persecution than invitation.

The so-called god tower is the stone tower where the high priest is located. Dozens of guards took them here and closed the door.

The stone gate slammed shut, and the eight people looked at each other.

"Why did we come here all of a sudden?" Megan was a little puzzled, "Could it be possible to discuss here today?"

"Let's go upstairs first." Zhou Yijue suggested, he took the lead to go up, and the others followed him up, while climbing the spiral staircase, An Wujiu looked out the window, he originally wanted to see if the guards were still there, Unexpectedly, I happened to see the house of the "elder" in the mouth of the person who distributed the bark paper. It has a red roof and red walls, not much distance from the tower.

They can still hear the carnival outside, singing and dancing, and everyone can only enter the circular room on the second floor and wait for the appearance of the holy sound.

"Everyone, good afternoon."

The holy sound came on schedule.

Corresponding numbers also appeared on the ground, from 1 to 12, in a circle.

"Players, please stand at the corresponding number and prepare to start the morning sacrifice speech."

An Wujiu walked towards the number 1 silently, he had some thoughts in his mind, about this city eroded by religious beliefs, and about their rituals.

He thought of the picture on the ceiling of the temple, the sound of "screams" from afar, the words of Yasia and her husband, the leader who always went out, the woman who suddenly appeared in the snow, and the words in the leader's mouth. Crown of flowers.

All kinds of strange things in this dungeon came to mind at this time, An Wu Jiu's thoughts gradually became clearer.

Megan still didn't understand, "Why did you get us here?" She frowned, "Isn't it all in the temple before?"

Shengyin did not answer her question, but An Wujiu thought that maybe he had guessed the answer.

They were not allowed to enter the temple, probably because the pyramid-shaped temple had another function at the moment.

such as sacrifice.

"Before I start speaking, I announce the circumstances of last night's death."

Shengyin paused.

An Wu Jiu looked at Zhou Yijue in this space, he looked calm, even smiling, his sly fox eyes narrowed.

"The player who died last night was player No. 4 Zhou Yijue, and he has no last words."

The moment the holy sound ended, Zhou Yijue fell to the ground, blood spread from his nose, nose and chest, gradually staining the entire floor red.

"Now, the middle priest specifies the order of speaking, starting from the left or right of the deceased."

An Wujiu pointed to the right.

The first to speak was Megan. She was already a bright wolf on the field. She knew that everyone would push her out this time, so she was much calmer today than before.

"I'm not surprised that Zhou Yijue died, because he was the only gravekeeper who jumped out to correct our perspective. The witch is no longer here, and he must die."

"I think it's a little hard for good guys to win now," she looked at the others. "Well... there are only hunters. Hunters should not jump out easily. There should be two more werewolves. If the hunters come out, the game will be over. "

She didn't say much, but she glanced at Shen Ti intentionally or unintentionally.

"Pass. "

It was Nanshan's turn to speak.

"The object of sacrifice today must be Megan." He said lightly, "Meghan is the wolf that the prophet detected on the first night, so it must be no problem to vote for her. The hunter really can't come out, and the situation has already It's very clear, in fact, there is no need for God to jump out again, only to hand the werewolf a knife, I will vote for Megan today, pass."

He said it briefly, but also clearly.

An Wu Jiu looked at Shen Ti.

Shen Ti was still the same, lazy and gags. Instead of speaking directly, he smiled and smiled at Megan.

"No, the wolf who was killed has nothing to say. It's still hard to talk at this stage." His breathtaking green eyes looked at Meghan with a smile, "There's no need, today only I can vote for you."

After speaking, he leaned leisurely against the wall behind him, as if he was thinking seriously, and touched his chin, "Well... I'll think about it."

"Oh no," Shen Ti raised his head, "Actually, anyone can vote."

"Would you like to vote for me?" He pointed at himself and looked at everyone with bright eyes.

Everyone was stunned by him.

"Vote for me."

Shen Ti smiled and raised both hands in a gesture of surrender.

"Don't pretend, I'll showdown, I'm a gargoyle."

Wu You's eyes widened.

What?

Nan Shan was not surprised, because from Shen Ti's speech on the first day, he felt that something was not right.

He said, tilting his head, "Actually, it's better to vote for Megan. I can kill tonight when she leaves. I finally got a villain's card, and I couldn't kill the last few nights, which is really disappointing."

Shen Ti frowned, completely ignoring all the good people on the field, and openly discussing with the other Ming wolf, "Anyway, I checked it out, the last god is No. 11, I just listened to what he said yesterday.Unlike a citizen, I was actually touched by me."

"In the first round, I started to send the message. It was not bad that you could hear it yesterday. I was afraid that you would kill me at night, so it would be a great loss for me to take this gargoyle. Vote for me and you will kill me at night.On the 11th, the game is over, or you blow yourself up and go straight into the night, I'll kill him."

Shen Ti smiled and looked at Megan.

"It's up to you, how's it going?"